The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Buckbeak's Trial

"We could've killed him." Harry muttered to his three other friends as they walked down the courtyard. Harry was still mad Black escaped again and had stabbed his best friend.

"He was right there. Close enough to touch. We could've killed him Carson."

"Well obviously not, since he stabbed me in the leg." Carson said, annoyed about what had happened.

Hermione connected her hand with Carson's, and he gave her a peck on the cheek. The two smiled at each other and continued walking to Hagrid's.

"I find it astonishing that someone who prides herself on being so logical can be in such denial." Ron said out of nowhere, giving the other two boys confused looks, while Hermione glared at Ron.

"Harry, Carson. Will you explain to your friend Ronald that he has absolutely no proof whatsoever that my sweet, unassuming cat ate his shabby, decidedly decrepit rat." Hermione asked the boys, glaring at Ron as she did so.

"No, I won't. Know why? Because I don't care about your stupid rat! I don't care about your stupid cat! I've got few other things on my mind right now! So does Carson!" Harry shouted; Ron taken aback by his sudden behavior.

"Really? Wasn't you had to roll under the bed last night to avoid getting cut to ribbons!" Ron shouted.

"You weren't the one stabbed here Ron!" Carson shouted, Hermione holding onto his arm, trying to make him feel better.

"A person could die being your friend, Harry! You too Carson, especially with Black trying to turn you into a murderer!" Ron snapped, causing the atmosphere to go quiet. Harry stood there shocked, as Carson just started walking faster from the group.

Hermione had caught up with her boyfriend, but not before slapping Ron across the face for what he had said. Once she caught up, they shared a kiss before continuing their walk to Hagrid's.

"How'd it go, Hagrid?" Hermione asked straight away after they found Hagrid at the black lake.

"Buckbeak liked London." Hagrid answered, his eyes red and puffy. It must not have gone well.

"I meant the hearing."

"Oh. That. Well, I got up an' said my bit -- You know, how Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff an' as long as yeh treated 'im with respect, he'd treat you the same. Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said his bit -- you know, how Buckbeak was a deadly dangerous beast that no teacher in their righ' mind would expose their students to..." Hagrid started, the four students growing nervous at the outcome.

"And?" Hermione said, afraid for the answer. She secretly liked Buckbeak but would never go for a ride. That, she would refuse.

"You mustn't blame yourself, Hagrid." Hermione said, after not getting an answer from the giant.

"Draco. It's him the Committee should punish. It's him they should send off to the forest, not Buckbeak." Ron said, defending Hagrid.

"Buckbeak's not going back to the forest..."

"Well, where's he going then? Surely they can't kill him! He's not dangerous! Malfoy just didn't listen to your instructions!" Carson shouted, getting angry at Malfoy for causing an animal possible death.

"He asked fer the worse, yeh see, Lucius Malfoy did. An' the Committee granted it. Buckbeak's bin sentenced ter death." Hagrid sobbed, the four Gryffindors not knowing what to do. They all decided to give him a comforting pat on the back.

Later that night, both Harry and Carson couldn't sleep. Harry was looking at the marauders map, while Carson was reading a book Hermione had gotten him.

Harry had noticed a name pop up on the map, Peter Pettigrew. But Peter was dead, Black had killed him. So why was he on the map? Harry was determined to find out.

"Carson! Come with me! Pettigrew's on the map!" Harry said, trying not to wake up Ron while wrapping the invisibility cloak on the two.

"But he's dead! Harry are you feeling alright?" Carson whispered as they made their way out.

As Harry and Carson make their way down an empty corridor, the names Carson Marshall and Harry Potter grow closer to Pettigrew's name.

As they grow closer, the name tries to grow farther away, but the two boys are on its tail. When they get close, the only thing there is a rat. One Harry didn't notice, but Carson did. It was Scabbers. Scabber's must've been Pettigrew.

To Carson it all made sense now. Scabber's had lived for thirteen years, much to long for an ordinary rat, and Ron certainly did not do his best job taking care of Scabbers so there was no way it was due to the care he was in. But it also had been thirteen years since he was supposedly killed. If Pettigrew escaped, Black was innocent because he had not murdered him. Carson was stuck on his thoughts as they moved and bumped into none other than Professor Snape. Thank god they didn't have the cloak on otherwise it surely would have been confiscated.